The Night Crackled ... Everything Had Turned

You Were My Home, Mother. I Had No Home But You

How Could Anybody Confuse Truth With Beauty, I Thought As I Looked At Him. Truth Came With Sunken Eyes, Bony Or Scarred, Decayed. Its Teeth Were Bad, Its Hair Gray And Unkempt. While Beauty Was Empty As A Gourd, Vain As A Parakeet. But It Had Power. It Smelled Of Musk And Oranges And Made You Close Your Eyes In A Prayer.

How Many People Ask You To Come Share Their Life?

As A Person With Terrible Handwriting, I Love The Computer. I've Waited All My Life For The Computer.

A Fish Has No Concept Of Water.